VOXX Column February 2017 - Standards Adjustment
Standards adjustment It is absolutely okay to eat food from the floor. Yes, I am in agreement that my standards may have lowered slightly since having my son. But that’s okay because I bagged myself extra toast. Or more accurately I could say I retrieved my stolen toast…. It was a Monday. Perhaps that explains it. I had been serving food all morning and felt that I was on the verge of passing out. Starvation had come painfully close. My stomach wasn’t growling, it was howling. My ribs were peeking through, past my normally podgy abdomen. So then it happened. I stooped to an all-time low… I buttered myself some toast. It was perfect. Warm enough for the butter to soak deliciously into the bread, leaving a trail of gold across my plate. No burns. No half chewed edges. Simple, pure perfection. Straight from the toaster. Then, I added some marmalade. It glittered as I placed it on the table. Two thieving hands grabbed my plate as I turned to close the stairgate. Two already